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  That should count for something with Macha.

  Lanna chewed on her lower lip. “You have not told me what we are going to do now.”

  Tzader owed this young woman for all she’d done to protect Brina and be her friend, and for helping him keep Macha at bay with the spell that shielded their conversations. “You said there was one more thing I could try with Brina in the dream world.”

  Standing and animating her hands as she spoke, Lanna whispered, “I also said you could be harmed, maybe even die, if she did not remember you when you both came out of the dream. You might both lose your memories. I am not sure of outcome.”

  “I’m out of options, Lanna. I won’t be tossed out of Treoir without a way back to protect Brina.”

  “She would not want you to risk so much.”

  “If the day comes that Brina’s memories all return, she would never forgive me if I failed to try everything possible. She would wonder how I could have truly loved her if I had not been willing to risk all and keep her out of a stranger’s arms.” If that day came to be, everyone would find out just how dangerous it was to piss off a woman who wielded ancient Treoir power.

  “Macha would not really expect Brina to marry someone else, would she?” Lanna asked, in the voice of a teenager who couldn’t imagine just how cold Macha could be.

  At one time, Tzader would have asked the same question. “The goddess is ruthless when it comes to ensuring Belador power remains strong, and that won’t happen if the Treoir dynasty ends with Brina. Macha wants the next generation of Treoirs started now, regardless of who fathers the child.”

  Over his dead body. No other man was touching the woman who belonged to him.

  It might just end up over his dead body when the goddess figured out what he’d been hiding from her.

  Lanna combed her fingers through her hair, getting upset, which would turn into a catastrophic problem if she brought on a thunderstorm. She’d caused one in the past.

  Inside a building, no less.

  Quinn had said his aunt, Lanna’s mother, had vanished at one point nineteen years ago and returned pregnant, with no memory of the time she’d been gone. The origin of Lanna’s powers was as unknown as the extent of what she could do.

  “Lanna, calm down,” Tzader said quietly. “No one is in danger yet.”

  “If you use this spell, you must hold Brina’s hand as you return from the dream realm. If not, you may end up sleeping forever.”

  “I’m just going to have to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

  “Did you bring a pen?”

  “Yes.” He handed the pen to her.

  “Hold out your hand,” she ordered, all business when it came to majik.

  When he did, Lanna drew a series of Cyrillic symbols in a circle with each symbol connecting. She looked up at him. “I will cast the spell as I push you into deep sleep, while you hold her hand. When you both are ready to return here, you must hold Brina’s same hand and repeat the chant as you leave the dream realm.”

  He nodded, listened to the chant, and ran it back through his mind.

  Take these words to heart and mind

  From when our souls were first entwined

  For you I share my life and memory

  Take what you need and set your mind free

  We go forth as one, so hold my hand

  Share my knowledge of when we began.

  “Tzader?” Macha’s angry voice rolled through the castle, shaking the walls.

  Ah, shit. It hadn’t been an hour, so why was the goddess calling him now? Didn’t matter. He was out of time. Tzader said, “Step aside, Lanna.”

  When she did, Tzader stretched out next to Brina on the huge window seat and took her hand in his. Without opening her eyes, his beautiful warrior turned to him, the way she always did when her guard was down during sleep.

  He turned to Lanna. “Put me under, fast.”

  Lanna hesitated.

  Macha’s voice called out, “Tzader!” The goddess would show up here if he didn’t go to her.

  Tzader said, “Do it now, Lanna! And tell Macha you put me under by my orders, and that I intend to meet her in an hour.” He would not allow Lanna to take any blame for his actions. “Give me your word.”

  “You have my word. Close your eyes.” Lanna lifted her hands above him and started chanting.

  Power surged through the room in a rush so fast that Tzader felt Brina’s gown ruffle then settle. His stomach churned with anxiety. He had one last hope of fixing this mess.

  Hard chills shook him at the rapid change in his physical body, which loosened, stretched, and reformed as he entered the dream world where Brina waited. He heard Macha’s voice once again, but it was distorted and losing volume.

  He had to reach the dream realm and hope Lanna convinced Macha it would be unsafe to wake them while he was going under.

  Chapter 4

  “I’m coming for you,” a raspy voice whispered through the air, shaking the dregs of sleep from her mind. She sat up, blinking to clear her vision, and stood to figure out what was going on.

  Why am I outside with the woods nearby? Realization settled in as pieces began forming in her mind. She was in the dream world. Alone, except for the trees surrounding this peaceful clearing.

  Who had spoken?

  Wait. For that matter, who am I?

  She closed her eyes, thinking hard. ’Tis a simple question, brain. Nothing came to her. Her fingers curled into tight fists while she waited, until her head ached from thinking so hard. Slowly, one truth became clear.

  She could recall nothing. Where are my memories? Glancing around again, she recognized this spot as part of the dream world she always visited. But that was all. She knew this feeling of searching for memories and struggling through the frustration.

  Start simple. She’d come here for some reason. Why? Closing her eyes once more, she concentrated. Seconds ticked off as nothing came to her.

  “I hate this!”

  Her shout echoed briefly.

  Then silence closed in on her once more.

  What is wrong with me? She opened her eyes and forced herself to stay calm. As she unfolded her fingers and went to brush the hair away from her face, she noticed ink on her palm. She moved her hand for a better look.

  ‘I am Brina’ had been written in block letters.

  Brina. That’s my name. She knew that name. Her heart jumped at that gift and her mind perked up with that simple information. Images flashed by. Faces. Voices. Places. But nothing slowed down long enough to connect any pieces.

  She must have imagined the whispered voice a moment ago, and now chuckled at herself as she thought it through.

  I am Brina. This is the dream world. It bends to my will.

  “Silly ninny. Some warrior you are,” she chided herself.

  Warrior? She cocked her head in question. Yes, that sounded right, and this dream world was a safe haven.

  Her muscles relaxed a little.

  It was coming back to her. She came here to reclaim her memories and had just gained one on her own. She’d been reared a warrior.

  You can’t escape your destiny, snarled inside Brina’s mind this time.

  She jerked around, searching for the owner of that eerie voice. Chills crawled up her spine.

  Her vision blurred at the edges, then sharpened.

  Fifty feet back, a shadow shaped like a person swept through the tall trees circling the clearing. She stood still in the ankle-deep grass. Her heartbeat raced.

  Out of pure instinct, she called up a sword.

  One appeared in midair right in front of her.

  Grasping the hilt, she held the sword at ready and straightened her back, prepared for the threat. The feel of the balanced weapon steadied her pulse.

  A memory formed in her mind. This sword had been crafted specifically for her. She recalled the day her da had gifted it to her.

  She tightened her hold on the hilt in an effort to regain the memory and hold
it. How bittersweet to have that memory return when so many others had abandoned her. That long ago day had been the last time she hugged her da before he and her brothers marched off to battle and never returned.

  Her da had told her to be strong.

  To protect the others.

  She frowned. Who were the others?

  Panic chipped away at her confidence. No. She would not lose the battle with her mind. Inhaling the fresh air deeply to calm herself further, she scanned the woods again. Nothing moved. Cotton-white clouds floated overhead through the blue skies. Leaves stirred, tossed gently by a breeze.

  Where was the shadow that had moved within the trees?

  Had she imagined the whole thing?

  “Stop actin’ like a scared rabbit,” she muttered. “See? Nothin’ moves in the woods. Keep a clear head, and all will be normal again. My memories will return and I’ll...”

  The wind whipped briskly across the carpet of grass now. Leaves chattered against each other in tall trees that suddenly swayed with one strong gust after another. The sky turned dark and ominous within a blink. Thunder rumbled, threatening to unload bloated clouds the color of pewter.

  “As the last Treoir, you will pay for your family’s sins,” the creepy voice called through Brina’s mind.

  She gripped her sword tighter and searched for the enemy, but paused at that new slip of information that brought up a thought. Treoirs were powerful warriors who lived in a castle on an island.

  That was good.

  Was she really the last one?

  Not so good.

  But maybe none of that was true. The person behind that voice could be trying to trick her.

  Addressing the woods and anyone in there, she announced, “I will not be intimidated by a spineless shadow. Be done with your bloody shenanigans. This is my dream. I do not want you here.”

  The faceless figure of the dark shadow appeared again and skittered quickly through the forest. Two more shadows joined that one, moving in a crisscross pattern. Then another. Dark, wispy shapes darted all around the tree trunks. Not one or two shadows, but twenty. Maybe thirty.

  Or were they all the same one?

  “Show yourself!” Brina ordered, raising her sword. How would she battle a shadow? With my powers.

  That thought cheered her for a fleeting moment.

  What powers did she possess, if any?

  Howling erupted in the woods, then the shadows suddenly stopped wherever they were, scattered among the tree trunks.

  What now?

  Energy swirled between her and the woods. A prone body began to materialize on the ground twenty feet in front of her. Human in shape, it appeared to be a man.

  He sat up and shook his head as if he’d had his bell rung. He was a handsome bastard, with beautiful dark brown skin covering powerful arms, and a bold chest that stretched his black T-shirt. She found his smooth head as sexy as the carved lips that twitched with unspoken thoughts.

  This was not someone you called pretty.

  A voice from the woods called out, “We will have your blood and your castle!”

  Her head snapped up. One minute the voice was in her head and the next it was all around her.

  The shadows started moving again, but toward her this time. Their faces took on shape and dimension.

  The man on the ground pushed to his feet, smiling as if he’d heard nothing.

  Didn’t he at least see that horde closing in on her?

  As the shadows emerged from the woods, physical details formed. Each one had rich brown skin and dark eyes. None had hair on their smooth scalps. They were all built like Spartan warriors and wore the same black T-shirt and jeans as the man now standing between her and the horde.

  They looked just like him, except they were translucent and he was solid. Was this his army?

  The sky changed swiftly back to a rich hue of blue. Had he done that?

  She swallowed, preparing to face them all. No, she had a better idea. Leave this dream world now, but how? It wasn’t as though she’d fall asleep standing in the middle of an attack.

  The shadows now carried swords with strange triangular emblems. As one, they lifted their weapons and continued to approach.

  Her palms dampened and her pulse skyrocketed.

  A shiny sword identical to the ones carried by the shadows stabbed the ground at the man’s feet.

  He froze and looked up, shocked. “Brina?”

  Chapter 5

  Tzader watched Brina as he would a wild animal about to attack. She held the deadly sword her father had given her and looked ready to use it, in spite of wearing a deep aqua gown that hugged her pretty curves. “What’s going on, Brina?”

  Her eyes flicked past him, then back to his face.

  He slowly looked over his shoulder. Nothing there.

  When he turned back, Brina pointed her sword at him. “I will not die without drawing blood.”

  That wasn’t a wild look in her eyes. It was terror and confusion. What gripped her mind now?

  Tzader kept his voice soft. “You know me. I’m Tzader. I don’t want to fight you. Please put the sword down.”

  Her eyes kept moving back and forth. “No.”

  “Why are you holding a sword?” Tzader asked.

  “What game are you playin’? You think I don’t see your army?” she asked with no give in her voice.

  Oh shit. “Not my army, Brina. I love you. I would never harm you.”

  “Love me? Who are you to be sayin’ such things? You think to trick me?” She swung her sword left then right, as if preparing for a battle.

  With an army her mind had conjured.

  This was worse than last time in the dream world with her.

  She swung her sword in a liquid movement so like his warrior princess back when they used to spar. Before she became the warrior queen and carried a world of responsibility on her narrow shoulders.

  Damn it. Her gaze still tracked something moving in the woods. The army she thought he’d brought here?

  Or could there be a real threat he had yet to see? He doubted it. Not in the dream world where she had far more control over her power than even he had here. But the muscles in her arms tensed, ready to fight something.

  He had to bring her back to him. There was no way to know how long Macha would hold off. He pushed power into his voice. “Look at me, Brina.”

  She jerked her head around, staring at him now.

  He asked, “Tell me what you see and I’ll help you fight it.”

  “You think I’m that easily swayed?”

  He had to be careful how he replied. “No, but they may be tricking you, and I might be your only ally here.”

  She swung her gaze back to the woods and her mouth opened. “Where did ...”

  Finally. Whatever she’d seen must have vanished. He said, “It wasn’t real.”

  Turning to him once more, she gave him a measured look. “But you are.”

  He didn’t like the suspicious sound of that. “You know me, Brina.”

  “You keep sayin’ that.” She studied him harder. “Your face and name are vaguely familiar, but ... I still don’t know if you be friend or foe.”

  His heart dropped to his feet.

  Until the past few days, he’d been able to talk his way past her dementia and disorientation, but the day before yesterday he’d spent a half hour just hunting her as she hid from him. They’d argued until he’d grabbed her arm when she tried to walk away. She’d turned back, swinging, but held up at the last second. With that touch, she began recalling bits and pieces until she’d finally walked into his arms.

  Yesterday, he’d come upon her arguing with unseen opponents, but she had not called up a sword as she had today.

  With a wave of her free hand, the gown she’d been wearing disappeared, replaced by jeans, a loose shirt, and lightweight boots.

  Her normal attire for sparring.

  Was this a positive change or not?

  Her waist-lengt
h red hair snatched light like polished copper as it wove itself into a braid down her back.

  She looked like the young woman who had stolen his heart in this glade. He smiled at the memory.

  “You find this amusin’?” she asked, clearly not happy.

  “I like your outfit,” he replied, tiptoeing around each word.

  “’Tis easier to battle without trippin’ on a blasted hem.”

  He held his hands up in surrender. “Like I said, I’m not here to fight you.”

  “You think to have me lowerin’ my guard until your army returns?”

  “Think for a minute, Brina. I’m here alone. You know me. You chose this place to visit in the dream world because it’s ours.”

  Confusion clouded her gaze. Her sword tip dipped an inch. She was at least considering his words.

  He pressed his case. “We’ve spent a lot of time in this very spot.”

  “Doin’ what?” she asked.

  Now that was a tricky question. If he told her they’d made love here, would it trigger her memories, or cause her to doubt him if she didn’t remember?

  He’d won more battles by going on the offensive.

  Tzader reached down and tapped the pommel of the sword stuck in the ground. “We sparred.” They’d do that back on the real Treoir Island for long periods, then end up tumbling into each other’s arms. He took a chance and added, “Sometimes we wore fewer clothes.”

  She smiled.

  His heart tilted, wanting to be happy at that sign, but he waited.

  Lifting a hand, she pointed at him and his T-shirt vanished. “Feel better now?” she asked.

  He grinned. Yep, a very positive sign. Now they were getting somewhere. “Actually, it was even better when we both—”

  Her gaze jerked back to the woods.

  No, please no.

  All humor fled her face, replaced by a fierce glare she turned on him. “You liar! You play with me then call back your army.” She raised her sword and advanced, slashing at her invisible opponent.

  Tzader’s knives hissed and clicked in response to her swinging that wicked blade as she moved toward him. He spit out old Gaelic, ordering his knives to stand down. Both blades quieted, but Brina was coming closer. “Brina, stop. There’s nothing there.”